Bob Marley "Legend" [1984]

Sometimes, posthumous releases are so overbaked and underwhelming, the artist would gladly die again upon hearing it; there's no better example of this than Bob Marley's "Legend," a collection of tracks that Chris Blackwell apparently felt didn't have enough studio graffiti attached, so put plenty of extraneous horns and other shit everywhere so he could milk a few bucks from 80s liberals who were feeling especially guilty they'd mocked "Babylon By Bus," now that Marley was dead. Where the "producers" of this album were ahead of the game was in capitalizing on the stoned, laconic grooves that the Grateful Dead would pick up like a loose football in the next few years, helping foster a potheaded sect of the Republican party, along the lines this album had established. Thus, "Legend" is a lot more toxic than your average "greatest hits" collection, and listeners had ought to treat it as such. That Marley himself thought he could pop so much shit about the corruption within Western society and somehow get away with not dying at an early age only steels one's understanding that he was a naive and overly hopeful schnook; why this should win him lauded reviews and the status of "legend" seems only to foster the same dumb-ass conceits Marley himself had. Come on, folks -- time to wise the fuck up already.